Here to Here
Here to Here poetry stories
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origami
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a poem i wrote for a couple contests. best of class in the county fair.

Here to Here

by origami

It was a clear night

with a thousand specs of dust in the sky

when you asked me, how much do you love me?

Dimples dotted my cheeks and I said, From here.

you didn't get it then.

I loved the feeling of your hands in mine,

thin fingers intertwined with the rough, calloused pads of my palms.

I loved the way you laughed at almost nothing,

And the way you walked, and talked on the phone,

And I loved your height, no matter how much you hated it

Too small, and not tall enough. But you were tall enough to carry a beacon of light, and to sneak into my arms in the still morning air.

I loved your smile, and your hair, and your eyes, Oh, god.

You’re so beautiful. Your deep brown eyes could hold the depth of black holes and the weight of galaxies. They were shards of amber and gold trapped in rich orbs.

How much do you love me?

was always a stupid question until you walked off in another direction.

How much do you love me?

Eight months without your hand in mine, and I still hear the ghost of you mumbling in your sleep.

How much do you love me?

To here.

I said to you, thirteen months after

You didn’t get it then either.

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